If someone asked me
how I would describe
color,
I would tell them this:

Yellow
is stepping outside in spring.
It is the welcoming
embrace of sun.

Green
is lying in a field of grass.
It is the rustle of leaves
in the summer breeze.

Blue
is standing in the light rain,
and the sweet birdsong
when the sky opens up.

Red
is the feeling when your hands brush;
her lips on yours, breathing the same air.
It is the fire in two hearts that beat together.

She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.

she’s an interesting cat.  her mind moves.  fast.  
not without direction.  but she is hard to follow.
she knows more.  then me.
she knows all.  the hiding places.
and waits for me.  to enter
so she can pounce.
I know it is coming.  but I enter.
anyway.  exposing myself.

she devours me.
as nature.  take its course.

If black are His skies
Clear blue I will be

For He wades in such waters
Of darkness unseen

Soft kisses for Him
Hard punches for me

I immerse in His sickness
I bathe in His sea

Blue-eyed and poison
Moon-eyed is she

My Lunar Amore,
In limbo are we

The shadows I carry
       smell like lemongrass.
They melt in the rain,
       -softly-
gray ghosts on gray mass.

I hold them close
       -lemongrass-
roll in their hills and valleys,
       on summer nights they watch
and the clouds move slowly past.

she never told me
she was made of glass

if I had known

I would have never let
her slip through

my fingers

When I sit on the beach and think of the ocean
The dreams come with the waves and ask me
'what's in my mind, what do I think alone?'

The ocean says to me with the rolling waves
'to get down and to swim in that blue water'
The waves on the beach and I are such friends.

I have also realized, all waves are like siblings
As if they're talking about my hopes.
Again, I have started knitting my sweet dreams.

The sounds of ocean waves are singing in my ears
happily in happiness without any request,
Then this time I forget all my loneliness and hurts

I love the sound of the ocean waves
and like the blue water and quicksand,
I melt with the ocean when the wind blows.

each star is
a letter

we look up
at the same

time in our
different

places and
create words

we name
each other

describing
all our

different parts
and how

they connect
or how we

want them
to connect